Bottle Pops

The woods are beautiful
Dark, dense and scary
The maze is enthusing
Numbing

We refuse, use and reuse,
Filter and refilter, our senses
We are enchanted
Bottle pops

No matter where
On the face of this planet
We go, we are only
Walking

No matter the dialect
We ask our question in
There is only one
Answer

It is bare and unconvoluted
It is so, because we
Have arrived
Again!




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